Friday, 23 August 2013

tourist

You were just a tourist in my holiday home heart
So why do I still miss you after all this time apart?
Your religion seemed to mean much more to you than me
The price I had to pay for what I thought you got for free!
I was just a pitstop in the perfect life you'd planned
So all the dreams I hoped for turned to ashes in my hand
If I'm with someone else these days I only want you more
And wish it were your clothes still messing up my floor...

About Me

This blog is intended as the literary equivalent of a set of photographs. Snapshots in time if you like. I just wanted to capture moments in my life and those of my friends....Don't know if it works but that's the thought behind it. The music? Well I think life should have a soundtrack. And an occasional poem.....